User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Rise of the Mercenaries/@comment-1145722-20110202052856

''Razgath's whip slices out and wraps around the weasel's sword hilt. One sharp tug, and the blade comes flying out of his paw. Razgath catches it in his other paw and grins.'' May I suggest leaving weeth your friends, monsieur? It would save ye much pain...